BLACK PARADE Is A Song By Beyoncé . Lyrics Are Penned By Beyoncé Knowles-CarterDerek James DixieAkil KingBrittany ConeyDenisia AndrewsKim KrysiukRickie TiceShawn CarterParamount on Parade While Music Is Produced By BeyoncéDIXSON. Official Music Video Is Released On Official Channel.
BLACK PARADE Song Information
| Song Name | BLACK PARADE |
| Film/Album | The Lion King: The Gift |
| Language | English |
| Singer | Beyoncé |
| Lyrics By | Beyoncé Knowles-CarterDerek James DixieAkil KingBrittany ConeyDenisia AndrewsKim KrysiukRickie TiceShawn CarterParamount on Parade |
| Composer | BeyoncéDIXSON |
| Produce By | BeyoncéDIXSON |
| Genre | Poptraphip-hopelectronica |
| Release Date | Jun 20, 2020 |
BLACK PARADE Lyrics
I’m going back to the South
I’m going back, back, back, back
Where my roots ain’t watered down
Growing, growing like a Baobab tree
Of life on fertile ground, my ancestors put me on game
Ankh charm on gold chains, with my Oshun energy, oh
Drip all on me, woo, Ankara Dashiki print
Hold up, don’t I smell like such a nag champa incense?
Yeah, pure ice (ice), ice (ice), buss down
Uh, flooded (flooded), flooded (flooded), on my wrist, out
Ooh, going up, going up, motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, melanin, melanin, my drip is skin deep, like
Ooh, motherland, motherland, motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, yeah, I can’t forget my history is her story, yeah
Being black, maybe that’s the reason why
They’re always mad, yeah, they’re always mad, yeah
Been past ’em, I know that’s the reason why
They’re all big mad and they always have been
Honey, come around my way, around my hive
Whenever mama say so, mama say
Here I come on my throne, sitting high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talking slick to my folk (My folk), nip that lip like lipo (Lipo)
You hear them swarming, right? Bees is known to bite
Now here we come on our thrones, sitting high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Yeah, yeah, I’m for us, all black
All chrome (Yeah), black-owned (Yeah)
Black tints (Yeah), matte black (Yeah, yeah)
Roll by, my window down, let ’em see who in it
Crack a big smile (Ding)
Go figure, me and Jigga, fifty ‘leven children
They’re like, “Chick, how?”
I charge my crystals in a full moon
You could send them missiles, I’ma send my goons
Baby sister repping Yemaya (Yemaya)
Trust me, they’re gon’ need an army (Ah)
Rubber bullets bouncing off me (Ah)
Made a picket sign off your picket fence (Ah)
Take it as a warning (Ah, ah)
Waist beads from Yoruba (Woo)
Four hundred billi’, Mansa Musa (Woo)
Stroll line to the barbecue
Put us any-damn-where, we gon’ make it look cute
Pandemic fly on the runway, in my hazmat
Children’ running through the house to my art, all black
Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat
(Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat)
Hold my hands, we gon’ pray together
Lay down, face down in the gravel
Woo, wearing all attire white to the funeral
Black love, we gon’ stay together
Curtis Mayfield on the speaker (Woo)
Lil’ Malcolm, Martin mixed with mama Tina (Woo)
Need another march, lemme call Tamika (Woo)
Need peace and reparation for my people (Woo)
Fuck these laid edges, I’ma let it shrivel up (Shrivel up)
Fuck this fade and waves, I’ma let it dread all up (Dread all up)
Put your fist up in the air, show black love (Show black love)
Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me
Honey, come around my way, around my hive
Whenever mama say so, mama say
Here I come on my throne, sitting high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talking slick to my folk (My folk), nip that lip like lipo (Lipo)
Hear ’em swarming, right? (Zz) Bees is known to bite (Zz, zz)
Now here we come on our thrones, sitting high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
We got rhythm (We got rhythm), we got pride (We got pride)
We birth kings (We birth kings), we birth tribes (We birth tribes)
Holy river (Holy river), holy tongue (Holy tongue)
Speak the glory (Speak the glory), feel the love (Feel the love)
Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey
Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey
I can’t forget my history, it’s her story
Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me
Honey, come around my way, around my hive (My)
Whenever mama say so (Hey), mama say (Hey, hey)
Here I come on my throne, sitting high (High)
Follow my parade, oh, my parade (Hey, hey, hey)
Talking slick to my folk (My folk), nip that lip like lipo (Lipo)
Hear ’em swarming, right? (Zz) Bees is known to bite (Zz, zz)
Now here we come on our thrones, sitting high
Follow my parade, oh, black parade
